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And my wife right around the same time. Anyway, let's skip ahead another 10 years. Sweet. I'll be 68 years old. No matter how well I take care of myself, my prostate's going to do what it does. So will my hair. And you'll start spending your days thinking about what your life looks like after I kick it.
Meanwhile, every time you leave the house, I'll wonder what young stud you'll be. Really? Are you that insecure? Well, not yet, but I will be. What about character? Yours or mine? You're so sure I'll cheat. No, I'm just sure I'll worry about it. You have this very strange mix of confidence and low self-esteem. I'll be the jealous old troll and you'll be a restless woman in her sexual prime and we'll both be consumed by this nagging fear that the last years of our life, the the toughest ones, would be spent completely and utterly alone.
Wow. Just wow. When did you come up with all of that? Oh, in the 10 seconds it took you to walk from that stool to this one. Well, I could sit here and offer a fullthroated rebuttal, but honestly, man, I was just looking to get laid.